Su Nian used to write code in his previous life.
No, that’s not quite right. In his previous life, he was really just working himself to the bone. Three years at a major tech company, starting work at ten in the morning and finishing at midnight, six days a week. He’d written more lines of code than he’d eaten meals. On his twenty-eighth birthday, he spent the whole night fixing a bug in front of his screen at four in the morning, finally getting the damn model to run. Then his chest tightened, his vision went black, and he knew nothing more.
His last thought was: The data that just finished running hasn’t been saved yet.
The worst thing in life is working for nothing.
